"You old bastard, you're not dead yet?"
Huang Dao Sheng's sacred fire flared wildly. The moment he finished speaking, a palm like a golden heavenly-origin artifact slapped the old sweeper squarely across the face.
Slap!
The old sweeper cried out in pain and rolled straight onto the ground. Even though he had once been in the Xu Realm, he was now old and frail. Half his face caved in from the blow, and dim star-blood stained the corners of his mouth!
"I'm just sweeping the floor. Why are you hitting me?" The old sweeper struggled to crawl back up, coughing blood as he spoke.
"What's wrong with hitting you?"
Huang Dao Sheng's golden hair flew wildly, fury surging in his eyes. He stepped forward and kicked the old sweeper in the chest. The power of the twelve cosmos-chart genius, the ghost-god Golden Bright Lion, carried the force of the surrounding stellar sea as it crashed into the old man's chest.
Urgh!
The old sweeper spat out a mouthful of black blood. His chest caved in, the flesh on his chest splitting apart. His entire body was sent flying, dragging those heavy shackles behind him as he smashed into the outer wall of the Myriadpath Ruins.
Bang!
Those old bones nearly fell apart from the impact.
No one around Huang Dao Sheng had expected that, faced with an old man who was already at death's door, he would strike so heavily merely to vent his temper.
"Brother Sheng, Brother Sheng, although no one in Myriadpath Valley cares if you kill someone, it wouldn't sound good if this got out. It would affect your reputation."
The elder twin sister, Huang Jiaoyuan, hurriedly grabbed his arm. One stood nearly nine feet tall, while the other was under six. It looked just like a